The sun streaming it’s light along with the simple natural world it illuminates before the human mind picks and focuses on what it likes and dislikes, is such a restful place for the weary mind running stories as if it were an independent part in a world separate from itself…

The realm of translation, albeit very much a part of nature only, is the ability of nature to play the game of time and parts in the realm of illusion which forever seems to appear to go outwards in constant wait which is nothing but it’s very nature to be able to create more time and keep looping within itself…

This entire play is in imagination only and the looping, regardless of content and complexity, has never really moved away from the wholeness of the love which never begins or ends and which remains unknowable using the tools of perception that confirm and thereby create separation and time…

Fortunate are the ones who despite still having the memory of time and part based movement, are able to sense the timeless within perception not only as the unmovable void but as the timelessness of activities and thoughts imbued with the love of the heart which bestows on us the immediacy of our true nature and the ability to feel and act from the wholeness of heart…